The ones in the closet were daring. A low-cut top, a pair of tight jeans. She laughed as she put them on, suddenly feeling a complete lack of responsibility, and a certainty about who she was.
Jane dumped her old clothes into a hamper without even thinking about it, later she'd find them and wonder whose they were.
She looked over at the pictures behind her bed and saw an attractive Hispanic girl where she should be. She frowned, wondering who it was. She blinked, and suddenly the picture was back to normal. "Weird," Jane said.
